Chapter 42: The Poison of the Lord Demon Dao

On the second day, as the sky brightened slightly, Guo Shan, who had calmed down a lot, hurriedly released his grave-moving energy, which formed a gray mist to protect the corpses and prevent the souls hidden in them from being harmed by the sunlight.

At the same time, Guo Shan asked Chu Tai where the next village was and whether there were people from that village among the corpses.

Chu Tai, who saw that Guo Shan had initially recovered his normal mood, gave an affirmative answer, and at the same time said that the corpses related to this village were not complete, and if they were sent back, it would probably take some time.

"Master... Mom told me at the beginning... if you can help... others a little... then help them a little... then next time... next time... when I need help... others will come to help me..."

Listening to the intermittent words, Chu Tai did not reject Guo Shan's choice.

In this way, the two followed the direction indicated by the compass and according to the original plan of delivering the corpse, and walked and stopped for more than half a month before they got out of the forest and came to the outskirts of a town in a flat area.

At this time, most of the corpses following Chu Tai had been reduced to fewer than half. He placed the remaining corpses in a forest sheltered from the sun and asked Guo Shan to stay there to guard them while he went to investigate.

Surprisingly, the door of the house indicated by the compass was closed. From the spider webs under the eaves and the dust accumulated in the corners, it could be seen that it had been abandoned for quite some time. Chu Tai asked the residents in the town, and they said that they had moved away a year ago.

'You moved away a year ago? Then why is the compass still pointing in this direction?'

Chu Tai was a little curious. After hiding his figure, he stood in the corner, pinched his fingers to pass through the wall, entered the house, took out the compass, and drew the breath.

A ray of spiritual light rose up and landed on the soil in front of him, stirring up an illusory spiritual light.

'died? ’

Chu Tai looked at the illusory light on the ground and instantly realized that the guy who stole the body of Guo Shan's father and caused his mother to be exposed in the wilderness died in his own home. Even his body was dissolved by a special method and merged with the ground beneath his feet.

After leaving the house, Chu Tai walked around the town again and asked many people.

As a town located in a flat area, the residents here are not as xenophobic as the villages in the mountains. Chu Tai did not encounter too many obstacles in the process of inquiry. He quickly found out that this family was employed by the Wang family before they "moved away".

Moreover, I got two very interesting pieces of news from a very talkative old man.

"Two years ago, the Shui family's son got a strange disease. We spent a lot of money on him, and finally had no choice but to send him to the Infant Tower. At that time, we all advised him to relax, but we didn't expect that in less than a year, the boy would become rich."

"But this kid's way of getting rich is a bit weird. He goes out early and comes back late every day. When he comes back, he is always covered in mud, and it's not the kind of mud on the ground. I don't know what he does all day long. If he hadn't done things for the great philanthropist Master Wang Lan, we wouldn't dare let him stay here any longer."

"The Wang family again? And the last sentence..."

Chu Tai raised his eyebrows slightly. Two and a half months ago, after learning about the Xu Wang family from the Crow Fairy, he became wary of their actions.

The Wang family has always had a good reputation in the surrounding area.

In addition to the baby tower that is built to provide relief to the souls of babies who have no one to worship, the family also helps people replace farm tools, lends oxen cheaply, sells seeds at a fair price, and builds bridges and roads.

But behind all these seemingly normal good deeds, Chu Tai still saw some clues.

For example, after the baby tower was built, there were always some sick babies appearing in various places.

When building bridges and roads, some young people would occasionally disappear inexplicably.

There are also some relatively complete corpses in the mountains and forests that are missing certain specific parts.

According to the records of Jinhua Sect, this is the most commonly used method by the Junmo sect of demonic cultivators.

To use Chu Tai's words from his previous life, the philosophy of the Junmo school of magic is rooted in the negative nature of human nature. All means of plundering, torturing and exploiting, controlling thoughts, and even manipulating group consciousness fall within the scope of the Junmo school of magic.

In other words, these methods can all elevate Jun Modao's magical powers.

What the Wang family is doing now is a typical method of the Sovereign Demonic Dao. 'No wonder Wu Chaoxi couldn't help but take action. It turns out that Xin Qing is not practicing himself, but trying to let the Sovereign Demonic Dao's philosophy take root in this land. Such an action will not only have endless consequences, but all the cultivators involved will be in trouble.'

Thinking of this, Chu Tai couldn't help but feel a headache.

The most terrifying thing about Junmodao is that its influence is far-reaching and difficult to eradicate.

Not to mention the problems far away, aren’t the people in the villages and towns aware of the problems discovered by Chu Tai?

Not necessarily.

It's just that the interests are there, and everyone has tacitly agreed to sacrifice a small part for the sake of the majority.

Therefore, it is recorded in the classics of Jinhua Sect that for those who have mastered the Junmo Dao, they do not need to look for materials specifically.

Whatever they want, someone will do it.

If you want materials for a specific destiny, someone will give birth to them.

Some people want materials from specific parts, but some people give them up.

If you want some specific, extinct material, there are plenty of experimental samples waiting in the wings.

Moreover, this concept applies not only to mortals, but also to practitioners.

As the last demon king to attain enlightenment among the four major demon sects, his classics handed down in the world are very few due to the restrictions of the immortal and Buddhist sects.

What Chu Tai saw in the Jinhua Sect’s collection recorded that Junmo recognized individual freedom, but within the scope of his rule, everything belonged to him.

When a cultivator gathers vital energy, he or she becomes connected with it and needs to repay it in the future, or pay the price of his or her body and soul to Junmo after death.

If one wants to escape this fate, the only way is to rob and seize from other places, and repay the losses caused by one's own practice, so as to gain freedom.

But there are very few people who are really willing to leave, because this demon monarch is very "reasonable".

If you consume ten parts of your energy, just repay eleven parts.

Not less, but definitely not more.

Once the payment is made, you will be set free immediately. The only restriction is that you will lose all the convenient life under Junmo's rule.

For example, there are many cultivation techniques that can be purchased at will.

Just like Yuan Qi, if you don’t have enough money to pay the price, you can choose to pay with your body and soul after death.

Even if someone could steal the classics under Jun Mo's nose, he would not care, and would even look up to that person because of his ability.

Free order, order freedom, everything looks very good.

But at the end of the Jinhua Sect's classics, it was clearly recorded that under the Junmo system, no one ever achieved immortality in the true sense, and no one ever ascended to heaven.

The final outcome of all those who have successfully practiced under the Junmo system is to become a part of Junmo. Those with slight flaws among them become Junmo's magic weapons and magical powers, while the small number of perfect ones become part of his Tao fruit.

The flesh, blood and souls of all mortals were also squeezed out by him, forging the ladder for him to move further.

(End of this chapter)

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